It is everywhere. Despair…pain…hurt…
No one is immune.
Cities rioted, injustice, pain, suffering. Even small town America people are hurting. People are going through emotional issues that affect others around them. We have had several criminal activity incidents in our small town of late. Physical issues with cancer, illnesses, babies, children, aging parents…and the list goes on and on.
This morning as I prayed this old hymn popped in my head.
MY HOPE IS BUILT
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus Christ, my righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
In Him, my righteousness, alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne
Text: 1 Timothy 1:1
Author: Edward Mote, c. 1834, cento
Composer: John Stainer, 1873, arr.
I am so grateful for the reminder.
IN CHRIST ALONE
*hymnal.com, personal images